04-02-2020, 08:20 PM
MERCEDE
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diamonds are a girl’s bestfriend -
mercede f. callahan
the pitt
2 months
pronounced: (mur-say-dee)
general
female - marble cross fox (white, gray, black) - 2 months - Jervis x Fourthwall - no crush - no mentor
powers
mental manipulation
[/td][/tr][/table]mercede f. callahan
the pitt
2 months
pronounced: (mur-say-dee)
general
female - marble cross fox (white, gray, black) - 2 months - Jervis x Fourthwall - no crush - no mentor
powers
mental manipulation
call me your sweet baby —
Unlike Ivan, she was born into politics. In fact, the affairs and relationships between all the groups was one of the most prevalent parts of her life. Somethings children shouldn’t know and ignorance was certainly a blessing that was not bestowed upon Mercede and her sisters.
To make matters worse she was a child of the Pitt as well as the offspring of one of the most hated men. Let alone the most despised group. Her life had caused the girl to age far more than she should’ve and it left her with a whole lot of issues.
The world simply didn’t allow her to be a child.
So when she was receiving the same treatment she had given to the boy her ears pinned back. Her temper was rising but luckily for Ivan he had fallen out the tree. She couldn’t help but smirk in a smug way.
Told you.
Her mind echoed impulsively with the sudden wave of immense satisfaction. Ears pinned against her head as she realized it happened again, the girl couldn’t control her random mental retorts.
Of course, a real lady would help him and make sure he was okay. Mercede took pride in her manners and was going to force herself to help him despite wanting to shove in his face that she was right. The girl wanted to laugh so badly at him. Laugh at him and just really rub it in his face that he was a stupid fool. She certainly was doing so in her mind but she had to be polite and check on him. Which was what she was planning to do until he asked her a question regarding a rather sore topic.
“I’m not going anywhere and you can’t make me.”, her voice lowered, “Besides what’s it to you. You’re a Roux so I’m sure you know the answer to that question.”
Mercede’s high certainly came down along with her confidence. She felt weird and uncomfortable and really wanted to leave but she wouldn’t because that’s what the boy wanted.
”You only asked that to be mean. Get yourself up you look like a fucking idiot.”
In her sudden plummet of emotions she would turn and walk to the other side of the tree. A bit dramatic but who was Mercede without her theatrics.
Unlike Ivan, she was born into politics. In fact, the affairs and relationships between all the groups was one of the most prevalent parts of her life. Somethings children shouldn’t know and ignorance was certainly a blessing that was not bestowed upon Mercede and her sisters.
To make matters worse she was a child of the Pitt as well as the offspring of one of the most hated men. Let alone the most despised group. Her life had caused the girl to age far more than she should’ve and it left her with a whole lot of issues.
The world simply didn’t allow her to be a child.
So when she was receiving the same treatment she had given to the boy her ears pinned back. Her temper was rising but luckily for Ivan he had fallen out the tree. She couldn’t help but smirk in a smug way.
Told you.
Her mind echoed impulsively with the sudden wave of immense satisfaction. Ears pinned against her head as she realized it happened again, the girl couldn’t control her random mental retorts.
Of course, a real lady would help him and make sure he was okay. Mercede took pride in her manners and was going to force herself to help him despite wanting to shove in his face that she was right. The girl wanted to laugh so badly at him. Laugh at him and just really rub it in his face that he was a stupid fool. She certainly was doing so in her mind but she had to be polite and check on him. Which was what she was planning to do until he asked her a question regarding a rather sore topic.
“I’m not going anywhere and you can’t make me.”, her voice lowered, “Besides what’s it to you. You’re a Roux so I’m sure you know the answer to that question.”
Mercede’s high certainly came down along with her confidence. She felt weird and uncomfortable and really wanted to leave but she wouldn’t because that’s what the boy wanted.
”You only asked that to be mean. Get yourself up you look like a fucking idiot.”
In her sudden plummet of emotions she would turn and walk to the other side of the tree. A bit dramatic but who was Mercede without her theatrics.
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